Ziwu Lane, Jinyiwei Courtyard.

Wang Yi and Lu Zhong, who had gained a lot, returned here. The New Year's goods purchased by the two were taken back by the Jinyiwei early and sent to a room.

Wang Yi and Lu Zhong both bought a lot of Spring Festival couplets and Fu characters. Although the Jinyiwei Courtyard doesn't sound big, the houses behind them are one after another, which includes most of the Ziwu Lane. This is why Li Wenxuan's Princess Mansion needs very little preparation work when it was built in Ziwu Lane because there is no one.

When Wang Yi came to the Jinyiwei in Ziwu Lane, he felt a little gloomy at night. The same is true.

When he walked into the lobby, Wang Si was sitting there, talking to Qin Keqing around the stove, and Liu Shuyi stood by the table, and there was a whole table of things piled up on the table. I don’t know which prodigal son bought it.

As always, Li Changming lay there without practicing swords after finishing his work, but just slept.

Seeing Wang Yi and Lu Zhong walking in together, put their hands on their knees, Wang Si jumped off the chair with his chin, ran to Wang Yi, and took the Spring Festival couplets and the word "Fu" in his hand. As for Lu Zhong, he did not have such treatment. Fortunately, Ma Shun, who had entered the house, smiled and took the things from Lu Zhong's hand.

Wang Yi walked into Qin Keqing's side, looked at the girl red that had not been prepared in Qin Keqing's hands, and said with a flattering voice: "Sister Qin, who did this for?"

Qin Keqing bit off the thread tip with silver teeth, picked up the thread tip again, threaded the thread tip, and started to get busy again, "For Wang Si and Liu Shuyi, how old are you, you are still thinking about these."

Wang Yi felt a little aggrieved. He was obviously still young. "Sister Qin's words hurt my heart a little."

Qin Keqing hit Wang Yi with a smile and knocked Wang Yi away, so that he would not disturb his own affairs. Wang Yi, who was hit hard, had to sit on the chair. When Liu Shuyi came in from Wang Yi, he stood here, wandering back and forth with his hands behind his back.

Seeing Wang Yi coming, Liu Shuyi stopped and deliberately coughed to attract Wang Yi's attention. But Wang Yi couldn't stand it. He sat on a chair, picked up the tea on the table, and turned his back to him, which was not withstand here.

Liu Shuyi lowered his head, his little face was full of unhappiness, and he pulled Wang Yi's sleeve, "Sir, sir."

Wang Yi forced himself to hold back his smile, turned his body, and looked at Liu Shuyi who was a little depressed, pitiful, "What's wrong, sir is here."

Liu Shuyi pointed to the gift on the table and asked for advice: "Sir, I bought you a lot of gifts, all of which I carefully selected."

Wang Yi looked at the piles of gifts and decided not to joke with Liu Shuyi anymore. He smiled and touched Liu Shuyi's little head, "Okay, sir, see it."

Liu Shuyi was still a little unhappy and squatted beside Wang Yi. The small bookcase on his body was placed on the ground by him. He said unhappily: "Sir, why do you all say yes and say thank you, but why do I feel that you don't really want to say anything?"

Wang Yi sighed softly, stood up and squatted down, and stayed beside Liu Shuyi, watching Liu Shuyi constantly drawing circles on the ground.

"Liu Shuyi is not that they don't like your gifts, on the contrary, they are happy to accept your gifts."

"Then why do I still feel that they are not true

What about the heart accepting the gift? Is it still wrong for me to give them a gift with kindness?"

Wang Yi explained: "No, if you give them gifts, they will be happier than us, because they feel that you regard them as friends, which is a manifestation of your deeper friendship."

"But we are different. You are my student, so we are relatives. Between relatives, we don't care whether the gift is valuable or not, what you care about is your intention. For example, if you want to give gifts during the Chinese New Year, I believe everyone is very happy, but if these gifts are made by yourself or participated in them personally, wouldn't it be better?"

Liu Shuyi seemed to understand but nodded, and asked again: "But sir, shouldn't relatives be simpler? If you follow what the sir said, it would be more troublesome, and more than what outsiders asked."

Wang Yi simply took the cushion on the chair, sat on the ground, crossed his legs, "They can do this, but we can't think so."

Wang Yi looked up at Liu Shuyi, who looked up at him, "We must do our best to leave the good things to our relatives, such as your grandfather."

Liu Shuyi seems to understand it. If you want to do business and make money, how can you get the money from other people's money into your own wallet? Liu Shuyi has been by his grandfather since he was a child and can watch it.

Liu Shuyi scratched his head. The great truths he said were so profound and mysterious. He didn't understand them.

Wang Yi saw Liu Shuyi's doubts and said with a smile: "Do you want to post Spring Festival couplets together?"

Liu Shuyi's eyes began to shine, and he nodded with a smile. Wang Yi smiled, stood up, put the cushion back on the chair, pulled Liu Shuyi, and came to the table where Wang Si and Liu Shuyi did their homework on weekdays. Ma Shun had ground ink early and prepared to write this year's Spring Festival couplets.

Lu Zhong stood here, touching his beard, and smilingly waited for Ma Shun to finish writing the Spring Festival couplets. Then, like every year, he went out to post it and posted it all over the front and back of the yard.

Ma Shun wrote very quickly. The leader in the literary world in Luoyang back then was not just a talk. In a short while, he wrote a few pictures.

Wang Yi took two of them and gave them to Liu Shuyi. He opened them carefully and read them slowly.

The years are filled with colorful lights, and the family is well-educated and well-behaved.

Although the lyrics are not very good, the handwriting is full and smiling, as if it has the emotion of writing people, which makes people amazed.

Qin Keqing walked over, holding the paste he had just cooked with Wang Si, put it on the table, and then picked up the word "Fu" on the table, which had not yet been established, and began to be busy. There are not those "Fu" and "Spring Festival couplets" in the world, but when Lu Zhong wanted to buy it, he was stopped by Wang Yi. The reason was that if you bought these "Spring Festival couplets" and "Fu" characters, then the feeling of "Spring Festival couplets" was gone? Isn't the Chinese New Year just to make everyone reunite, sit together, and do things that everyone can participate in.

There are many people sent out to perform tasks every year, but there are very few people who can come back at the end of the year. Wang Yi thought about letting these Jinyiwei who were away all year round feel the warmth of home. Therefore, at Wang Yi's strong request, Lu Zhong chose the Spring Festival couplets that were not written and the characters that were not cut out.

Wang Yi took the bowl of paste and asked Lu Zhong: "Sir, let's put Spring Festival couplets together?"

Lu Zhong turned his head, looked at Wang Si and Liu Shuyi who were already that good thing, and nodded with a smile.

A group of four walked out of the lobby and came to the outside of Ziwu Lane. As soon as they walked out of the lobby, they saw Zhou Liyuan walking towards this side. Wang Si took the Spring Festival couplets and ran to his fellow villagers, shouting: "Lao Zhou, Lao Zhou, let's post Spring Festival couplets together."

Liu Shuyi was eating snacks he bought from somewhere, and was vague, "Old... Lao Zhou, let's go together, it's fun to post Spring Festival couplets."

Zhou Liyuan smiled, greeted Lu Zhong and Wang Yi and said, "Two sirs, are these?"

Wang Yi explained: "Lao Zhou, it's the Chinese New Year, post some Spring Festival couplets, will you come?"

Lu Zhong nodded and added: "There will be the word "Fu" in a while, and the entire Jinyiwei people will participate."

Zhou Liyuan took the Spring Festival couplet from Wang Yi and walked out of the door with them. Lu Zhong left and began to instruct the Jinyiwei who had nothing to do. He took the paste and the Spring Festival couplets and became busy in various parts of the Jinyiwei courtyard.

The people in Ziwu Lane saw a magical scene today. After the gate of the well-known Jinyiwei courtyard opened, the person who walked out was not the Jinyiwei wearing a flying fish suit, but two adults and two children. They were also smiling and greeting the neighbors around them, scaring the neighbors that they thought they had committed something, so they hurriedly pushed open the door of their home and fled back to their yard, for fear that they would be caught by the Jinyiwei people a second late.

Faced with this situation, Wang Yi also smiled, and then took Wang Si and the others to post Spring Festival couplets. The first thing he did was to pull off the old Spring Festival couplets, put them aside, then evenly apply the paste to the walls on both sides of the door, and finally paste the Spring Festival couplets on it, and pasting them is considered complete.

Wang Yi pulled off the old Spring Festival couplets, put them aside, picked up Wang Si, and asked the little guy to start applying paste, while Zhou Liyuan hugged Liu Shuyi and applied paste on the other side.

It was completed soon. After that, Wang Yi and Zhou Liyuan posted the Spring Festival couplets written by Ma Shun. The task of posting Spring Festival couplets was completed. It seemed simple, but when Wang Yi took the three of them back and forth between the gates and lobbies of the Jinyiwei, Wang Yi knew something. At the beginning, Lu Zhong said openly to find the remaining people of the Jinyiwei and assign the task of posting Spring Festival couplets, rather than posting Spring Festival couplets with them. It turned out that there was some inside story.

The sky soon became dark and it was late at night. Wang Yi was a little bored in the room for some reason, so he put on his clothes, walked out of the room, took a look at the starry night sky, stepped on the ground with his right foot, and then jumped to the roof of the house. Here, looking into the distance, you can see most of the scenery of Chang'an City clearly.

Wang Yi slowly lay down, leaned on the roof, put his hands behind his head, and the Chang'an City in front of him was brightly lit. Wang Yi took a look and stopped looking again, because he had seen enough of it after so long in Chang'an City.

I think many cities in the world should look like this.

Wang Yi slowly closed his eyes, and the sound of firecrackers that no one had set out came from his ears. Wang Yi raised his legs, shook his right foot, and hummed the songs from his hometown in his mouth.

Wealth and peace, think of it and yearn for it.

When will this happen in Youzhou?
Chapter completed!